TO THE

DUCHESS

OF ORLEANS,

when she was taking leave of the Court at DOVER.

HAT fun of beauty did among us rife,

TH

England first faw the light of your fair eyes.
In English too your early wit was shown:
Favour that language! which was then your own,
When, though a child, through guards you made
What fleet, or army, could an angel stay?
Thrice happy Britain! if she could retain,
Whom she first bred, within her ambient Main.
Our late-burnt London, in apparel new,

your

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Shook off her ashes to have treated you :
But we must see our glory fnatch'd away,
And with warm tears increase the guilty fea :
No wind can favour us; howe'er it blows,
We must be wreck'd, and our dear treasure lofe!
Sighs will not let us half our forrows tell-
Fair, lovely, great, and beft of Nymphs, farewel!

Upon her MAJESTY'S new Buildings at SOMERSET HOUSE.

G

REAT Queen! that does our Island bless,
With Princes and with Palaces:

Treated fo ill, chac'd from your throne,

Returning, you adorn the town;

* Henrietta Maria, Q. Dowager of K. Charles I.

And, with a brave revenge, do show

Their glory went and came with you.
While peace from hence, and you, were gone,
Your houfes in that ftorm o'erthrown,
Thofe wounds which civil rage
did give,
At once you pardon and relieve.
Conftant to England in your love,
As birds are to their wonted grove;
Though by rude hands their nests are spoil'd,
There, the next spring, again they build..
Accufing fome malignant ftar,

Not Britain, for that fatal war;
Your kindness banishes your fear,
Refolv'd to fix for ever here.

But what new Mine this work fupplies?
Can fuch a pile from ruin rife?
This like the firft creation fhows,
As if at your command it rofe.
Frugality and bounty too,

(Those different virtues) meet in you;
From a confin'd, well-manag'd, store,
You both employ and feed the poor.
Let foreign Princes vainly boast
The rude effects of pride and cost;
Of vafter fabrics, to which they
Contribute nothing, but the pay.
This, by the Queen herself defign'd,
Gives us a pattern of her mind:
The state and order does proclaim
The genius of that Royal Dame.

Each

ON HER MAJESTY'S NEW BUILDINGS. 165 Each part with just proportion grac'd; And all to fuch advantage plac'd; That the fair view her window yields, The town, the river, and the fields, Entering, beneath us we defcry; And wonder how we came fo high.

She needs no weary steps afcend; All feems before her feet to bend : And here, as fhe was born, fhe lies; High, without taking pains to rife.

OF A TREE CUT IN PAPER.

FAIR hand! that can on virgin-paper write,

Yet from the ftain of ink preferve it white: Whose travel o'er that filver field does show, Like track of leverets in morning fnow. Love's image thus in pureft minds is wrought, Without a spot, or blemish, to the thought. Strange that your fingers should the pencil foil, Without the help of colours, or of oil! For, though a painter boughs and leaves can make ; "Tis you alone can make them bend and shake: Whose breath falutes your new-created grove, Like fouthern winds, and makes it gently move. Orpheus could make the foreft dance; but you. Can make the motion, and the foreft too.

From whom he received the foregoing Copy, which for many years had been loft.

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OTHING lies hid from radiant eyes;

All they fubdue become their spies :

Secrets, as choiceft jewels, are

Presented to oblige the Fair :

No wonder then, that a loft thought

Should there be found, where fouls are caught.

The picture of fair Venus (that

For which men fay the Goddefs fat)
Was loft, till Lely from your look
Again that glorious image took.

If Virtue's felf were loft, we might
From
your fair mind new copies write:
All things, but one, you can restore;
The heart you get returns no more.

A

OF THE LADY MARY,

Princefs of ORANGE.

S once the lion honey gave,

Out of the strong such sweetness came;

A royal Hero, no less brave,

Produc'd this sweet, this lovely dame.

To

To her, the Prince that did oppose
Such mighty armies in the field,
And Holland from prevailing foes
Could fo well free, himself does yield.

Not Belgia's fleet (his high command)
Which triumphs where the fun does rife;
Nor all the force he leads by land,
Could guard him from her conquering eyes.
Orange, with youth, experience has;
In action young, in council old:
Orange is what Augustus was,

Brave, wary, provident, and bold.

On that fair tree, which bears his name,
Bloffoms and fruit at once are found:
In him we all admire the fame,

His flowery youth with wisdom crown'd!
Empire and freedom reconcil'd

In Holland are, by great Naffaw:
Like those he sprung from, just and mild,
To willing people he gives law.
Thrice-happy pair! fo near ally'd,
In royal blood, and virtue too!
Now Love has you together ty'd
May none this triple knot undo!

The Church shall be the happy place

Where streams which from the fame fource run,

Though divers lands awhile they grace,

Unite again, and are made one.

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